Ghar aane k baad mai room me gya aur wo fresh hone matlb nahane chali gai hmare ghar gao me hai aur aap sb jante hi hai gao me permanent bathroom nahi...hota hai so hmare ghar me ek bada sa aangan hai jaha nal laga hua hai wahi sb kaam hota hai nahana, dhona, kapda dhona sb kuch aur sb kaam waha hone k wajh se hi waha darwaja bhi nahi hai so mai room se nikla aur muh dhone nal par gya to jaise hi andar gya mere hosh udd gye uski pith meri taraf thi sur puri nanagi thi, tubelight ki rosin me uska. She told them to come out "and play". I walked over and stood behind her cupping her tits and kissing her neck. As the figure came closer it was an old homeless guy. He was pretty filthy and unkempt. He was also wanking quite a decent size cock. When Donna saw it she watched him wanking for her. He came right over to her and she smiled at him. He reached up and roughly grabbed one of her tits. The poor old chap must have been well into his 60's if not older. He also stank of cheap booze but. "Make it good and wet, now mind yer, good and wet, or it'll make your cock sorely," said she. And I listened to her advice for I was the novice here and not she. I spat in my palm and rubbed the saliva over my shaft with care, then repeated the process as it was drying as fast as I applied it."Now you'll be putting a finger up there to open it some," Dolly said and I did so."Oh fuck, that feels good. Try a little more spittle in there, gov'nor."I spat several times ensuring I had plenty of. When he was around everything had to be rough and hard and painful. We'dplay catch and he'd throw the ball harder and harder until it hurt myhand so much I cried. But if I dropped it I got yelled at and if Idropped it again I was whipped for disobeying him by not payingattention. When he got me into organized sports, it was worse.Somehow, between deployments, he always managed to be one of thecoaches, so he was always there, so he saw everything. Once he had usdoing this head-on blocking drill.